Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.